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| I was in hotel during a work trip I wasn't thrilled to be on, and feeling trapped, so I went for a walk downtown and it was cold. I stopped in a diner I like and banged out two pages on my Hermes Rocket. There didn't seem to be much order to them, but when I reread them later I liked some of the pieces. I tried to rewrite them minimally, but organized them into a cohesive poem I quite like, that I feel captures the emotion of my little walk. |
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| Writing the original brain dump at the 3rd Street Diner in Richmond, Virginia. |
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| Editing and typing the final version at a laundromat back home. |
